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[Rustling as the camera is fumbled with.
REN comes into frame. He is holding the camera. REN is very pointy. Sharp angles and clear skin. He has red hair and amber eyes. There is vitiligo under his eyes, splotchy pale triangles perfectly symmetrical on either cheek. He is dressed casually in a grey hoodie and fingerless gloves. REN grins toothily at the camera.]
REN: Hey, it’s me.
[REN periodically licks his lips, avoiding eye contact with the camera.]
REN: I bet you didn’t expect to see me holding this thing again. I didn’t. [Sigh.] I’m Ren. Welcome back to Encounters.
[Cut to a compilation style intro. Clips from previous episodes play to thoughtful music. Ren sitting in various living rooms with various older men. One is measuring Ren’s wingspan as he gives the camera a gossipy look. Another is crying into his lap. Another one is watching intently as Ren stirs a bowl of cake batter. Multiple interviews in bathrooms and bars. Some are humorous. Others are unsettling. Ren narrates.]
REN (narrating): I’m trying to uncover the secret humanity hidden deep within the darkest parts of the internet. Online, people can connect with anybody about anything. From furries to gore fetishists— if you're looking for a community, it's only as hard as knowing where to look— and for the people who are new here, I know where to look. I’ve seen threads seeking out anything you can come up with. Anything. I’ve seen it all. I’ve met it all. I’ve learned what the special oddities of the world desperate for connection are capable of. I’ve also almost been in their shoes. I’m determined to find out once and for all if there really is as big of a divide between “us” and “them” as we think. Who are the people who write these ads really? What are their stories?
It’s been a long time since I’ve been in front of the camera for you guys. I hope you’ll stick around.
[The video ends on a clip of REN stroking the crying man’s hair and humming quietly. Text reading “COMING SOON” fades onscreen.
Cut to REN in his living room. He looks like he just woke up. He’s in the same hoodie as before.]
REN: Hey guys! Good morning. So— okay. I was doing my morning scroll-for-two-hours and look what I found.
[He turns his camera to show his phone, open to a Craigslist ad. It reads:
Looking for videographer.
$1000 for the day. Must be willing to meet in the evening.
The camera turns back to REN. He is grinning slyly.]
REN: I dunno, I just get a vibe about this one. It’s so sinister y’know? Like, it’s gotta just be some guy who only moved out of his mom’s basement like a month ago and thinks he invented existentialism. Lucky for you, that’s my favorite kind of guy.
[REN winks at the camera.]
[Cut to REN’S phone, open to iMessage. The camera lingers as he texts.
hey, saw ur ad. im interested <
> Are you squeamish?
(There is no hesitation in REN’S reply.)
no <
> Good.
(REN begins to type “why?” but backtracks when the stranger begins typing again.)
> I’m nocturnal. Will you be able to work late?]
REN: Nocturnal, right. Of course.
[REN snickers.
yea, ill be fine trust me <
> What’s your name?
ren :3 <
> Okay. Tomorrow at dusk, [ADDRESS REDACTED].
okkkkkkk!! <
REN turns the camera around and looks into it warily.]
REN: You’d think I’d’ve learned my lesson already, wouldn’t you? I feel like a dude who says “tomorrow at dusk” unironically would totally kill me, right?
[REN laughs.]
REN: Totally. Well. Hopefully, if you’re seeing this, I’m not dead.
[REN smiles facetiously.]
REN: Jesus. Well, yeah. I’m Ren. Welcome to the official return of Encounters. I’m gonna draft up a will real quick just in case, haha. See you tomorrow at dusk.
[REN chuckles again.]
[Cut to REN at an upwards angle in a car from the passenger seat. REN is in the same gloves, same hoodie. Jeans.]
REN: So I’m in the woods. Like, literally just somewhere in the middle of the woods. I’ve been driving for like three hours and my ETA is randomly jumping around and my data is shit. So like, I have no idea when I’m even going to get there. And it’s super off road. Yeah. You can’t make this shit up, man.
[Cut to REN, still in his car, now handheld.]
REN: I think I made it? He hardcore ghosted me after he sent his address so I’m just going to have to full send this. I wish I knew where I was, though. I really don’t know like anything about this dude. Usually I can tell they ultimately just want to jack off to me— I’ve met some real wackjobs doing this, I’m sure you know that. Like, real fucking freaks. Given my, uh—
[Jumpcut to REN in just about the same position.]
REN: Given my history, you guys have every right to be calling me a moron right now. Like seriously. But like. I just… I don’t know. The ad just spoke to me. I haven’t been inspired with this stuff in a while— I don’t know. Maybe I’m fucked up, but it feels like closure. So. I’m gonna do this.
[A pause while REN locates what he’s going to be showing the camera: a knife.]
REN: I’m gonna put this in my boot.
[He does so.]
REN: I dunno what that’s gonna do realistically, but it makes me feel better. So there.
[Cut to REN’S hand knocking on a cabin door. Slowly, there is a seemingly neverending series of the sounds of many, many locks being undone.]
REN: Jesus.
[The door finally swings open. The camera pans up.
LAWRENCE is a towering man. Tall, oddly proportioned. Striking blue eyes, thick blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. Stubble. Probably muscular, but his baggy clothing muddies his silhouette. He does not look at the camera. His eyes are either intensely on REN behind the camera or awkwardly off to the side.]
LAWRENCE: You’re already filming.
REN: Yeah, I want you to get your money’s worth. Is that okay?
LAWRENCE: Yeah. You’re Ren?
REN: I am!
LAWRENCE: That’s… your real name.
REN: Yeah.
LAWRENCE: Yeah. I can tell.
[An awkward silence.]
REN: Can I come in?
LAWRENCE: Yeah— uh. Yes.
[There is another silence before LAWRENCE steps aside. REN enters.
The interior is sprawling with plants and almost nothing else. More plants have been here than people. Personal affects are sparse. The purple lighting reflects the plant’s needs, and does well to draw focus away from the unique minimalism of the space.]
LAWRENCE: Would you like some tea?
[The camera focuses back on LAWRENCE. He is holding a teacup.]
REN: Sure! Thank you, uh…
[LAWRENCE hands REN the cup. REN cautiously accepts it and does not drink it. ]
LAWRENCE: Lawrence.
REN: Thank you, Lawrence!
LAWRENCE: I made it.
REN: Like, you brewed it?
LAWRENCE: I grew it. Are you going to drink it or not?
REN: What’s in it?
LAWRENCE: Drink it.
[REN takes a sip.]
REN: Oh! This is really good!
LAWRENCE: You like it?
REN: I do.
LAWRENCE: Drink more of it.
[REN does.]
LAWRENCE: It’s drugged.
REN: Oh!
[REN chuckles awkwardly. LAWRENCE joins in. He laughs like a spasm and smiles like a dislocated jaw.]
LAWRENCE: I’m joking.
REN: It was funny!
[LAWRENCE fixes his eyes on REN.]
LAWRENCE: Really?
REN: Yeah, man.
[LAWRENCE makes eye contact with the camera for the first time and pauses.]
LAWRENCE: Your camera is nice. What do you do?
REN: Freelance stuff, y’know. Editing for streamers and following niche microcelebrities around and stuff. Weird one-off jobs too, like this. I want to go to school so I’m saving up.
LAWRENCE: Oh. You don’t do anything else?
REN: No.
LAWRENCE: Okay.
REN: What about you?
[LAWRENCE scowls defensively.]
LAWRENCE: What about me?
REN: I mean, you posted this ad and got me to come all the way up to this sinister ass cabin. What are we doing here? What’s your story?
[LAWRENCE is quiet for a while, back to staring holes into REN]
LAWRENCE: I don’t… think I’m human.
REN: …Okay. Why not?
[LAWRENCE speaks like someone’s ripping the words out of him.]
LAWRENCE: I think I used to be. But. I’ve died 39 times. I don’t know how. Or why. I’ve. Killed myself. So many times. I’ve killed other people, too. A lot. I come back. They… don’t. I come back… different. Or wrong. Or just different. But. They don’t come back. And I— I just. I don’t want to be alone. Anymore. I make a lot of art. It’s all for myself. And that’s. Fine. I just. I want to make something with someone else. I want something new.
REN: You’ve killed people?
LAWRENCE: Yes.
REN: Are you going to kill me, Lawrence?
LAWRENCE: …No.
REN: Why not?
LAWRENCE: I just want something new. I want to. Make. Something new. With my hands. I want it to last. I think I’m going to last forever. I don’t think I’m supposed to do that. And I’m always different. But.
REN: But you can loop video forever and it will be the same every time, right? You won’t be alone anymore.
LAWRENCE: …
LAWRENCE: Your tea is getting cold.
REN: No it isn’t.
LAWRENCE: Finish it.
[REN does.]
LAWRENCE: I. Understand if this is too much for you. It’s a lot. I’m. A lot. You can take your money and go. But…
[Lawrence frowns like he’s contemplating something serious. He is avoiding looking at both REN and the camera.]
LAWRENCE: You— I want… I won’t kill you tonight. That. Wouldn’t make sense. And I— you— I promise. You’ll see something beautiful.
REN: I mean, yeah! Cool, Lawrence, yeah. I’m in!
LAWRENCE: Are you saying that because you want a job? Or. Because you mean it.
REN: No, I’ve heard you out, and I think this sounds great.
[LAWRENCE stares intently.]
REN: I’m serious, Lawrence. I want to make this movie with you.
LAWRENCE: I want to show you something.
[LAWRENCE turns abruptly and starts walking deeper into the cabin. REN sets the teacup down one one of the few furnishings and follows.
LAWRENCE stops at a closed door. He has to unlock three deadbolts and the doorknob to open it. Inside, the lighting is even dimmer than the cabin proper. There is a low hum. Garden equipment hangs on the walls. There is a desk with a lamp. Something sits on it, but the camera doesn’t focus.]
LAWRENCE: Come here.
[REN approaches the table. On it sits what appears to be a human skull. It’s been polished into a vivid white. It sits with its mouth propped wide open by a strange assortment of flowers and weeds. The beginnings of a wreath are sitting next to the skull.]
REN: Is this real?
LAWRENCE: Do you like it?
REN: I think it’s interesting.
LAWRENCE: Does it scare you?
REN: Do you want it to scare me?
LAWRENCE: Hm.
[REN takes in a deep breath.]
LAWRENCE: Are you feeling okay?
REN: I— Jesus, yeah. I just need to…
[The camera slowly slides down. LAWRENCE takes it from REN and points at him. He is slumping to the floor, curling in on himself.]
REN: I…
[REN passes out completely.
Cut to a wide angle of REN on a chair, asleep. They’re in another room. Two chairs, turned in towards each other. Small table between them, generic vintage lamp on it. LAWRENCE sits in the other chair. He stares at REN. REN begins to stir.]
LAWRENCE: You fainted.
REN: I.. hm—?
LAWRENCE: I put you here. Safe. Because you fainted.
[REN rubs his eyes. There is a bandage on his wrist.]
REN: Mm. What… happened, what is this?
LAWRENCE: You fainted and hurt your wrist. I wrapped it up for you. Don’t touch it.
REN: Okay… I.. okay.
LAWRENCE: Yeah.
[LAWRENCE and REN study each other.]
REN: Can I use the bathroom?
LAWRENCE: …Sure. Don’t touch anything.
[Cut to REN, sitting on the toilet lid. He speaks quietly.]
REN: Holy shit. Holy shit. …Holy shit.
Okay. Okay.
So. Um. Jesus. Okay.
[REN raises a hand.]
REN: So. Um. Obviously, this guy is, like, the biggest red flag maybe ever. He’s a delusional weirdo who is like, highly unpredictable and maybe dangerous. I wasn’t here for ten minutes before he showed me a human skull. And he totally drugged me. I don’t even want to look under this bandage.
[REN raises his other hand.]
REN: I wasn’t here for ten minutes before he showed me a human skull, and he totally drugged me.
He’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a subject.
Plus, I’ve been roofied my share of times and this is… I don’t know. That felt different. I kind of feel, like… I don’t know if this is crazy, but I feel better than I did when I got here. I think. I can’t tell. I think so, though. So.
[REN lowers the initial hand.]
I need to see this through.
LAWRENCE (offscreen): Are you almost done? We need to get started.
REN: I have to do this.
LAWRENCE (offscreen): Ren?
REN (to Lawrence): Just a sec!
REN (to camera): I’m almost positive he’s not a killer. I’ve met killers. He seems more…
[Banging on the door.]
REN (to Lawrence): Give me a second!
REN (to camera): Well I guess I don’t know.
Here we fucking go.
[Cut to LAWRENCE, driving. It’s dark. The only light comes from REN’S camera.]
LAWRENCE: What are you doing?
REN: Getting content!
LAWRENCE: What content? I’m driving.
REN: Well I don’t know. Say something interesting!
[LAWRENCE is silent.]
REN: Okay. Where did you grow up?
LAWRENCE: Does that matter? Film the forest.
REN: It’s dark as hell outside— do you want to turn your headlights on?
LAWRENCE: Does driving in the dark scare you?
REN: Does it scare you?
LAWRENCE: No. I prefer it. Film the forest.
[The camera turns to the window but almost immediately returns to LAWRENCE.]
REN: So where are you from?
LAWRENCE: Ren.
REN: What?? The camera loves you!
LAWRENCE: That’s— I… You. You’re just saying that.
REN: I’m not! In the flash you’re like a zombie or, like… a deer or something. Creepy, but.. y’know. Cute!
[LAWRENCE is quiet. His knuckles are tight on the steering wheel. There is a faint blush on his cheeks.]
REN: I’m from Whistler. Where are you from?
[LAWRENCE is quiet.]
REN: Do you want a silent film?
LAWRENCE: Quebec.
REN: What are you doing in Vancouver?
LAWRENCE: You’re asking a lot of questions.
REN: I’m sorry.
LAWRENCE: You’re— You can ask questions when we get where we’re going, okay? Just. Be quiet. Film the forest.
[The flash turns off and the camera returns to the window.
Cut to the forest. REN’S flash is back on. REN is huffing behind LAWRENCE.]
LAWRENCE: Not a hiker?
REN: Shut up, man.
[Cut to LAWRENCE, back to the camera, standing in front of the skull of a large animal strung up between two trees. It is adorned with engravings and long, draping strings of flowers and weeds— similar to the skull in the cabin. Behind the skull, a river rushes quietly by.]
REN: You just really like skulls, huh.
LAWRENCE: This is wrong.
REN: Hey, what?
LAWRENCE: This is wrong, this isn’t— it’s not right. This is wrong. I can't do this now. I don’t—
[REN approaches LAWRENCE, who turns.]
LAWRENCE: Turn the camera off.
REN: Wait, what?
[LAWRENCE shoves the camera away.]
LAWRENCE: Turn the fucking camera off.
[Cut to REN, handheld. He holds his previously bandaged wrist up to the camera. There is a small, precise, red cut across his thin skin.]
REN: So I don’t really know what the fuck is going on at this point. Honestly.
[REN puts his wrist down.]
REN: He’s been in the bathroom since his crashout at the fucking skull or whatever. It’s dead silent here, guys. The bath faucet ran for a while, but now… I don’t know. It’s been, like, an hour. I don’t know if he drowned himself or something, I don’t know.
I feel like maybe I should leave. I should just— Lawrence paid me when we got back from the forest. There’s nothing really keeping me here, I just…
He seems sensitive. Or at least unhappy.
I thought this would bring me closure. I was worried it would make me feel worse, but instead it’s just… I don’t know what it’s doing.
I think I’m going to check on him. It’s… yeah.
[Cut to the back of LAWRENCE, kneeling in front of his bathtub.]
LAWRENCE: Get out.
REN: Why?
LAWRENCE: Because I don’t want you here.
REN: There’s a lock on the door Lawrence.
LAWRENCE: Get—
REN: The door was unlocked!
LAWRENCE: —out!!!
REN: Lawrence.
I’m not leaving, okay?
LAWRENCE: …Why not?
REN: I don’t know. You’re interesting. And you don’t want to be alone.
LAWRENCE: …I know what you’re trying to do. It won’t work.
REN: I just want to know about you. I’m not trying to do anything.
LAWRENCE: You think you want to know about me, but you don’t.
REN: I do.
LAWRENCE: You don’t. No one does. No one— No you don’t.
[REN sets the camera down and joins LAWRENCE kneeling over the bathtub.]
REN: I do.
Why did you fill up the tub if you weren’t going to get in it, Lawrence?
LAWRENCE: …
I died when I was twelve. Drowned. In the woods by my family’s summer cabin. I was with my sister Laurel, she was nine. She was little, and my other sister— Lily, they were twins— she swam competitively. She was…she was prodigal. She was so strong. I guess Laurel went to get her, and she. Tried to. She pulled me out. Tried to. I was… big. I’ve always been big. She was to me then as you are to me now. If we were underwater together, under rushing, crashing, moving nothingness, would you be able to pull me up from where we were onto the shore?
REN: No.
LAWRENCE: No.
My dad. came. And ambulances. I was dead for ten minutes.
I didn’t leave that River until I woke up in the hospital. Before I woke up I was. Peaceful. I was. Asleep and not asleep and not awake I. Felt. Happy, I felt. Something more than that. The ultimate rest, I’ve. Been chasing it, I take things to try and find it again, I just. Want to find it. I want. That feeling again, that. Nothing.
REN: You drugged me.
LAWRENCE: No, I… it’s for sleeping.
REN: Did you want me to feel that way you felt in the woods?
LAWRENCE: No. It doesn’t work for that. It just makes you sleep.
REN: Okay. Why did you cut me, then?
LAWRENCE: I just… wanted to see. I was. Curious. Like you are about me.
REN: …Okay.
[A pause.]
REN: …There’s no way you died for that long. You wouldn’t be able to think about talking to me right now, let alone do it for real.
LAWRENCE: I told you, I just. Come back. Different. Wrong. I’ve killed myself, so many times. Been killed. And each time, I feel… I feel… more… or less. Less like Lawrence. More like… something else.
REN: Okay, that’s okay. Is that why you wanted to make a movie?
LAWRENCE: All those times, I never… never on film. I just want to…. I thought it’d be different. Now I don’t know. It is different. Just. Not how I thought.
REN: How is it different?
LAWRENCE: You… I don’t want you to die.
REN: Do I have to?
LAWRENCE: I don’t know.
[LAWRENCE grabs the back of REN’S neck and slams him down, over the rim of the bathtub. REN thrashes like an animal. He screams like there isn’t water encasing his head. LAWRENCE does not struggle to hold REN down. REN scratches. He draws blood. He convulses. He screams.
Cut to REN, wet and shivering. He is breathing heavily, lacing his shoes with trembling hands. LAWRENCE is holding the camera. REN sniffles.]
LAWRENCE: Are you leaving?
[REN glares at the camera before continuing to tie his shoes.]
REN: Put that down.
LAWRENCE: What?
REN: Put that down. Yes, I’m fucking leaving, fuck you.
LAWRENCE: You’re angry that I drowned you.
REN: Yes I’m fucking angry. I’m obviously fucking angry.
LAWRENCE: You weren’t scared of anything else. You said you weren’t leaving.
REN: You promised not to kill me.
LAWRENCE: I didn’t kill you, I don’t understand why—
REN: You don’t understand?—
LAWRENCE: I’m s—
REN: — You don’t fucking understand?
[The camera begins to shake.]
LAWRENCE: I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
[LAWRENCE begins to cry. REN’S expression softens.]
LAWRENCE: I’m sorry. I just. I’m sorry, I— I’ve never met someone like you. I wanted— I wanted you to… you deserve to see it. To feel it, I— I’m s…
[LAWRENCE crumples, and REN rushes to comfort him. They sink to the floor. The camera still faces them. REN cradles LAWRENCE’S head.]
REN: Hey, it’s— it’s okay.
[REN’S hair drips water onto LAWRENCE’S face.]
LAWRENCE: I’m sorry. There’s something wrong with me.
REN: It’s okay.
LAWRENCE: I’m so sorry.
REN: It’s okay. I’m sorry. It’s okay. I’m sorry. I’m here.
[REN holds LAWRENCE. LAWRENCE weeps.
Eventually, the sobbing ends. REN continues to soothe LAWRENCE.
Eventually:]
LAWRENCE: Tell me something true.
REN: What do you mean?
LAWRENCE: I’ve told you. A lot. I’ve been honest.
REN: I’ve been honest.
LAWRENCE: No you haven’t. You didn’t tell me about Encounters.
[REN is silent.]
LAWRENCE: Lies of omission count. Don’t reach for your knife, I have it.
REN: How?
LAWRENCE: Tell me something true.
REN: …
Two years ago, I was at a bar, right? Encounters blew up, I was releasing an episode twice a month. The money was good. It was like, really good, like better than you’d expect. But I like what I like. So I go to this bar, and it’s a shitty bar even though I have money because I can’t kick the habit. And this guy comes up, and he’s sexy, and he’s into me, and… I don’t know. He’s weird. He’s got this German accent, and these crazy eyes, and… Well, I ask if I can film our conversation, because I’m into that, and I can use it for an episode, and I’m flirting, and he says that he’s into “all that” too.
Anyway, I wake up in his basement and he’s got my camera set up and I’m tied to this pole and he’s talking to me about how special and unique I am. He liked my vitiligo. I don’t know. I don’t remember. He did all sorts of fucked up shit to me. Raped me, cut me up, all that sort of stuff. Annoyingly stereotypical kidnapper shit. He avoided anywhere I couldn’t cover up with clothes and at the time I thought it was cuz he was planning on letting me go but I don’t think so now. I think he was just fucking with me. He was weird. When I’d cry, he’d cry, when I’d scream, he’d scream, when I begged…
I don’t remember most of it. I don’t want to, I don’t care. I don’t need to know how long I was there. I got out. I don’t need to know why. I was lucky. He went to jail. I don’t need to know how they found him. I hadn’t left the house before tonight in a year and a half. I have nightmares. He recorded everything. I burned the footage onto a DVD before I gave it to the cops. I still have it. There’s hours of it.
I thought doing this would help. I don’t know why. And you… You’re weird. I like that. I like that you want me to stay.
I think he fucked me up. I think he turned me into him.
[LAWRENCE is silent.]
REN: Now you say something true. We can take turns.
[A pause.]
LAWRENCE: I’ve never been kissed.
REN: Really?
LAWRENCE: I— yeah. I’ve kissed people, but not anyone who…. Never been kissed first.
REN: I’ll do it.
LAWRENCE: Why?
REN: I like you.
[REN leans down to kiss LAWRENCE. LAWRENCE is stunned. Then, LAWRENCE kisses him back. It is rough. It is angry. They both use their teeth. LAWRENCE kisses REN into the floor. He straddles him. Wraps his hands around his neck. REN moans. LAWRENCE lifts REN’S torso up by his neck and slams his head into the floor. Thud.
LAWRENCE does not stop kissing REN. He gropes REN’S chest, sticks his fingers in his mouth only to use the spit under the fabric of his jeans. LAWRENCE moans as he pumps REN’S cock in his hand. REN moans as his eyes— which have rolled back into their sockets— flutter open.]
LAWRENCE: Don’t… do that.
[REN’S head is slammed into the hardwood floor again. He does not move. LAWRENCE sucks dark spots into his neck. He hits him. Hard. Blood dribbles out of REN’S nose and LAWRENCE drags it into his mouth. His fingers pry it open again, shiny with blood, feeling around teeth and the back of REN’S throat. REN gags. LAWRENCE unbuckles his belt.
Cut to the large animal skull in the forest. The camera sits just far enough away from the river behind it that the flowers dangling from above are still visible. LAWRENCE sits in the water, cradling a nude REN, stroking his hair. He is holding REN’S knife. REN stirs.]
REN: Lawrence?
LAWRENCE: You’re awake.
REN: Mm.. where the fuck— Lawrence?
[REN moves to stand, but LAWRENCE drags him back down. REN screams. Thrashes. Bites. It is easy for LAWRENCE to keep him in his lap. REN persists.]
REN: Let go of me!
LAWRENCE: Shh… It’s okay. It’s okay. I get it now. I wasn’t sure… but I understand.
REN: What the fuck are you talking about?! Get the fuck off of me!
LAWRENCE: The whole time. You were what I was missing the whole time.
REN: What?
LAWRENCE: No one is meant to walk their path alone. I will see you soon.
REN: Lawrence, please—
LAWRENCE: Goodbye.
REN: I thought you liked m—
[LAWRENCE plunges REN beneath the water, and in the same moment plunges REN’S knife into his own throat. His body slumps onto REN. Dead weight. REN thrashes. There is no point.
The scene in the video is still for two and a half minutes.
REN emerges, screaming and hacking up water. He is tinted red with LAWRENCE’S blood, thinned with water, as he scrambles out of and away from the river. He looks like an animal. He does not retrieve his camera.
The camera rolls for four hours and thirty-eight minutes before something stands up from the water where REN had emerged.
Something tall.
END OF FOOTAGE.]